First Kiss.

A week on and not a single syllable has been exchanged,

The picture of yesterday has wrongfully been framed.

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A maimed man limps with an ever growing hole,

The emotional transaction is taking its toll.

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He pauses at the point where they first kissed,

A dampened memory, it will be dearly missed.

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It was cold then, when their lips first paired,

But their eyes kept warm as they hopefully stared.

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The cold now is more than bone deep,

There is no further for it to seep.

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He sheds a tear on the riverside bank,

Where his hope of love has now but sank.

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